Saturday, February 13, 2010

The One Where I Lose (Another) Temp Job Randomly

I always feel the compulsion to start out entries with "I know it's been (x-amount of days) since I've written, blah blah blah." I don't know why. Do I need to apologize for my intrinsic laziness?


So, since last time I was here, I lost my temp job, worked briefly at another temp job, and got in the running for a nanny job.

I'm aware of how much I hated the job I was doing before, but when, on a Tuesday after work, my staffing agency woman called me and was like, "They don't need you anymore," I may or may not have hit the floor. The next day (at least, the next day's day) was the 1-year anniversary of losing my newspaper job, a story that, if you don't know it, I'll be more than happy to relay, but that I don't think needs to be gotten into here. (I say the day's day, because I actually left on a Wednesday, but the date was the 4th, which was a Thursday this year.)

The thing I don't understand is why, if I want to leave a temp assignment, I'm required to give them a week's notice, but if they don't need me anymore (read: are too cheap to pay me anymore) they can literally have the agency call me on a Tuesday night and tell me not to report in Wednesday morning. I had STUFF there, you know? I had a flower, and a calendar, and a thank you card D's kid drew me. And, to add insult to injury, when I got the picture back, there was water spilled on it, presumably from the little martini mix bottle I'd had the flower in. How hard is it, really, to think to dump water out? I'm just saying. Pissed me off.

So I worked for 3 days at another place where I've worked before and LOVE, and they want me back to work like 4 days next month, if I don't already have another job by then. It's kind of a catch-22 there, because I would LOVE to go back and work there, but it's not until mid-March that they'd need me, and I'd like to have a job. . .at some point. But the nannying thing might work out, I don't know. But then I'd have to be like, um, I know I just started at the beginning of March, but I need these days off, kthx.

Still have no Internet at home, which is annoying. SO. ANNOYING. I currently have 285 unread items on my Google Reader, and I have all ideas I'm not going to get through them this evening, because I don't feel like sitting in this Barnes and Noble that long. I no longer have the patience to sit in B&N for long periods of time, because I've had to do it so much recently, for use of the Internet. But you know? At-home Internet is expensive. And I'm unemployed. So there you go.

It appears most of the city is doing Valentine's Day early, I guess because it's on a Sunday. When D and I were downtown today, even though it had snowed overnight, and was freezing, there were a lot of women running around in skirts and strappy heels. I'm guessing that's due to the VD festivities. If you're wondering, yes, I still hate the "holiday" and no, being in a relationship for this year's event has not changed my mind in the least.

But you know what IS exciting? Girl Scout cookies. I saw a troop of them set up outside of a Harris Teeter earlier today, and got way more excited than I should have. I'm going to have to buy a few boxes of (ridiculously expensive) Samoas and Tagalongs to put in the freezer. As I explained to D earlier today, my putting the cookies in the freezer has nothing to do with trying to make them keep longer and everything to do with the 'out of sight, out of mind' theory. If I'm not looking at them, I'll eventually forget they're there, and so when I open the freezer, it's like, "Oh my God, COOKIES!" And then I'll eat a few, put them back in the freezer, and begin the whole process over again. Lather, rinse, repeat, eat some freaking cookies.

I'm certain there's more that I should update people on, but I'm about blogged out. On to dodging people trying to find parking spots at restaurants.

(For those wondering, I'd no sooner started to write a thing, making fun of people and their VD activities, and D hands me a super-sweet card, the inside of which said "Happy Heart Day" and underneath it, he'd written, "(I know you're not into Valentine's Day.)" Aw.

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

The One With the Giant Snow Chunk

Apparently, this company resets login information every couple of months. What this means for me is that I can't get into anything, can't do any work. The woman now in charge of this project has her office door closed, and I'm just kind of sitting here with no access to anything. Technically, I don't have Internet access, but I worked my way around that one.

Everything is officially moved out of the extended-stay and into the new apartment. The next phase of this project for me is to get everything out of my bedroom at my father's house and move it into the new place. This is not as simple a task as it may seem, mostly because I have A Lot of Stuff, and I need to whittle it down. This takes time and effort. I'm really self-conscious about the amount of stuff I have amassed in 25 years, and I'd like to. . .get rid of some of it. But I'm sentimental and kind of a packrat, so that's easier said than done.

The DVDs were a trick. So. Many. DVDs. Also, several TV on DVD shows. The TV and DVD player have been moved in, though, along with my beloved Super Nintendo, so even though there's no cable or Internet, there's entertainment. There's no furniture currently, but stuff is slowly trickling in. Maybe there will be a bed soon.

The new place has a 24-hour "fitness center," which is cool. I will need to unlazy myself sometime soon, so when it comes time for bathing suit weather again, I'm not ashamed of anything more than the fact I kind of glow white in the sun.

Speaking of sun, or lack thereof, I'm about tired of all the snow and ice sitting around. It sits around because no one knows what to do about it. There are still chunks of major thoroughfares slushed and frozen over, and I almost slid into oncoming traffic this morning because no one has thought about maybe de-icing the turn lane to get into work. I've been wearing hiking boots everywhere, because I've come within an inch of face-planting more than once. Also, there have been chunks of snow falling off the room of the extended-stay, scaring the bejeezus out of me. Last night, I looked out the window and saw this. . .overhang of snow. A canopy, if you will. There were cracks in it, icicles dropping from it. . .it looked like it might be certain death if you were standing under it when it fell.

I desperately wanted to watch it fall. I can't really explain that. It's similar to the fact that I really wanted to throw hot water off the balcony, into the pool area, which was completely snowed over, just to melt some of the snow and cause destruction to things. I guess I have a destructive nature. But I watched it up until I went to sleep, and every time I woke up during the night, I watched it. At about. . .I don't even remember what time it was. I was to say it was around 4:30 or 5 this morning, I was staring at it, willing it to fall. It did not, and about 5 seconds after I gave up and closed my eyes, there was a rumbling that sounded like the roof was caving in, and the sound of something heavy hitting the ground. It had fallen. And I had missed it. And it scared the Holy Moses out of me.

I'm contemplating lunch now. Since the last of the stuff was being moved out this morning, lunch was not made. Now that I have a real, legit kitchen, food preparation will be so much easier.